I. Detached From The Xenoverse

"Dawn breaks upon

My bewildered soul..."

Sleep count: Unknown

Shrouded in nostalgic fog

A dripping beacon module

De-lulls me from

A colossal dream-state

As I stir from a cockpit seat

From the viewglass:

Elongated stars enshrouded

Twist amongst amorphous loops

Of ghastly effervescence

Synchrotronatedly emitting

From a cylindrical smog

Of pulsar winds

II. Skirmish Above HD 10180h:

Dials scrambled realign

As a battle unfolds

Before my eyes

The colossal fluctuations

Of rippling epochs

Relinquished in my wake

A skirmish seethes

Between two factions

Above a glowing gas giant

I regain control

Just as I am in scope

But tracking grids

Are on me

Comms hailed

In an acoustic package

Transmitted from

A Zoergoric flagship

Cipher-Translator...//Active:

"Unknown craft: Please identify

You are in quarantined

Void-space of the Sagittarius-Carina

Galactic corps

Comply immediately

Or we will blast you!"

(Unworldly Fog Clearing

From Exhaust Tubes: A. Bradley)

With no knowledge

Of the controls

I beam back nothing

Their last fuzzed warning

Of alien vibrons

Sparks from auditory ducts

With haste, I configure

The overhead systems

As my craft zooms

Towards the turmoil

And non-Euclidian

Structural fighters

Drop from their landing bay

I maneuver towards

The asteroid field

And the slimy voice croaks

Through the verbirators

CT:

"Dispatch: Target unknown craft

Quadrant E

[Triangulation grid active]

Sector V-XB982"

(Spherical Alignment: Riley)

Swerving in and out of asteroids

Plasma gun fires blasts

Squadron of spinning terror coordinate

Infrared targeting

Fighters closing fast

Through the abyssal glow

Target locked on

(Slipstream Through Crevasses

In The Lithospheric

Nimbus smog: J. Bradley)

(A Celestial Dance

Through The Gas Giant's

Spewing Ichor: A. Bradley)

(Sputtering Exhaust Fumes

Clinging To The Engine

Nexus Spark: J. Bradley)

Missiles strike the craft

Computations malfunction

Hyperdrive in effect

Scramble syntax to disengage

Steam hisses out

From the scorched bow

Systems lose control

III: Interstellar Lands

(Secluded Howling Of

A Synchronous Awakening: Riley)

(Rolling Hills Of Nebula: J. Bradley)

(Manifested Through

The Shores Of Time: A. Bradley)

(A Ceremony

Of Churning Gravity-Flux

In The Spatio-Temporal

Continuum: A. Bradley)

Drifting sepulcher of iron

Cosmic steel tomb

Adrift

IV: Black Ore

Now absent

From infrared gaze

Ice has exteriorized

Around the controls

And static on the horizon

Punishes my sanity

Drifting for months

Air system leaking

Dripping, soaked

It reeks

Coreating a stench

Of rotting metal

Trapped and cornered

In the walls of my own cruiser

No sign of celestial gait

To latch gravitory sensors

Blank visuals on the display

Auxiliary power routing failed

Compelled to glide

The cresting outerstellar dunes

Of ages

Spheres drip by in the distance

Frozen and battered dregs

Glide by the hull

The remnants of

A long passed marauder

Redoubt?

Blips from the radar

Wail at the presence

Of an incoming object

A ravaged planet emblazoned

With its own lunar debris

Ensnared by a gravity well

My craft flails

Through tectonic abortions

To land at the edge

Of a lunar crevasse

There, clinging to the brink

An industrial complex

Littered in impacts

Catwalk traversed

Blast doors breached

The purple glow

Of outside dims

V: Lair Of The Time-Ghouls

Personnel ascender

Mounting the pale crust

Ahead, arcing Polaris within

The tomb's sepulchral nucleus

Gleaming lunar magma

Spills through gashes

In the lofty cantilever

But skulking shadows

Dominate the pitch canvas

(Scoured Mutation Seekers: A. Bradley)

(Altered Colliding Parallels: J. Bradley)

(Illumined In Cimmerian Shade

The Mirror: A. Bradley)

Progeny potential

Eroded by time

Mutations beyond all form

Time sickness shows

Irradiated cortex

Inharmonious

Clinging to human perception

Enduring echoes flow

Ensconced into the vestibule

Refuge found

In the nuclear sanctum

Behind mangled console wires

And an ogling

Life-starved corpse

Uranium levels

Pushed to maximum

And the surging throng

Of twitching figures

Are swathed in chemical spew

As I make my fleeing retreat

Weeping lanterns

Evac procedure

Forms innumerable

Airlock to airlock

Half-life levels close to zero

Bursting through chambers

Depressurized

(Flung Into

A Vacuous Vacuum: Riley)

VI: Progeny Echoes

Regaining secure footing

Onto pressurized auras

And into an eerie docking bay

Black ore

Steams off the diggers

Any suitable craft derelict

On weird gait, I glimpse upon

An aquatic insectoid

Hissing vapor ridges twinge

A shadow of Enceladus

Escape pod in bay 4

Automatic guiding path

Blocked

Manual disintegration required

To reach escape vectors

Smoke bills from

The towering abyss

As the overreaction

Reaches critical levels

Vapor ions of haze

Disperse from

The geological spill

Draped over the continuum

Destiny pulsating doom's lyre

Time is a circle

Without beginning or end

Moonbelt immolator

The pod clears

From the Lunar Maria

And I meander

Between the two spheres

POD SYS:

"Course plotted

Charge boosters active

Countdown initiated

T-minus 0.024 kiloseconds."

(Distortional Labyrinth

Traversal: J. Bradley)